69

Camille

"It's time you get another rude awakening about your beloved Richard."

I snap my gaze back at him. "He's not my beloved. I told you what happened."

He replies by pushing two fingers into my passage, pumping in and out of me slowly. I suppress a moan, but he teases it out of me.

"Always wet for me, though." His voice is a whisper that speaks to the secret parts of me that crave his touch. "Your beloved Richard would never have been able to keep his dick in his pants, but there's something else you should know about him."

I don't like the sound of this. Alessio's fingers trail up to my back again and linger by my spine.

"What should I know?"

"It's about the vineyard."

I narrow my eyes when he returns to my face and brushes his nose over mine.

"What about the vineyard?"

He releases a slow, pensive breath, tickling my skin, then moves away.

I continue watching him, our gazes tangled and unwavering. He undoes his belt buckle, shoves his pants and boxers down his hips, then steps ou